Guil. Then follow me,
Where (not in your own house) I may chastise
The friendship that must needs have play’d me false
One way or other.
[Exit.
Lope. Lead the way then, sir.
Enter hurriedly Donna Blanca and Violante from opposite sides.
Viol. Don Lope, what is this?
Lope. Nothing, Violante.
Viol. I heard your angry voices in my room,